A Rather Somber Day of Ascension
I’m certainly in no mood for laughter today;
the sky is pitch-black.
Even the clamorous newsboy has lost his voice.
Time tries in vain to defy Fate.
An old asphalt worker heads off for a beer,
while the young woman in the window opposite
casually slips off her blouse.
I hope she doesn't think I'm a voyeur.
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